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BOSTON 
D.     LOTHROP     AND     COMPANY 

FRANKLIN    AND    HAWLEY    STREETS 


Copyright  by 

1).    LOTHROP    AND    COMPANY 

1885 


A   ORAVE    CONSULTATION.  —  "I    SHALL    LEAVE   THEM    OUT    OK    MY    CHERRY    1ARTY." 


JIM-MY  S    AN-SWER. 


JIM-MY'S  AN-SWER. 


Yes,  the  rob-in's  nest  had 
been  robbed  —  their  own 
rob-in's  nest  un-der  the  bush, 
with  its  dar-ling  lit-tle  eggs  of 
the  true  robin's  blue !  The 
nest  was  pulled  out  and  tip- 
ped on  the  ground,  and  the 
love-ly  eggs  were  gone. 

"  I  know  well  e-nough,"  said 
Beth,  "that  those  were  the 
ver-y  eggs  that  your  broth-er 
Jim-my  was  a-car-ry-ing  a-bout 
strung  on  a  straw,  Sat-ur-day 
af-ter-noon." 

"  Yes,"  said  Bes-sie,  sad-ly, 
"  he  and  Dick  must  have  found 
our  bush  and  looked  un-der 
it,  and  pulled  out  the  nest.  If 
they  weren't  my  broth-ers,  I'd 
nev-er  speak  to  them  in  this 
world  any  more,  no,  nev-er  and 
nev-er !  I'm  sor-ry  they  had 
to  come  in-to  the  coun-try  with 
us,  they  do  so  much  dam-age  !" 


"  O,  you'll  have  to  speak  to 
them,"  said  Beth;  "but  when 
peo-ple  do  cru-el  things  I  do 
think  it  ought  not  to  go  as  if 
they  had  done  on-ly  right !  I 
think  they  ought  to  be  left  out 
a  while,  an'  I  shall  leave  them 
out     of     my    cher-ry    par-ty." 

Jim-my  and  Dick  were  Bes- 
sie's broth-ers  ;  but  she  a-greed, 
and  the  boys  got  no  cards  for 
the  cher-ry  par-ty. 

"  It  is  be-cause  you  broke  up 
the  rob-in's  nest,"  said  Bes-sie 
se-vere-ly.  "  It  is  to  make  you 
feel  that  girls  don't  like  cru-el- 
ty  to  birds!" 

Jim-my  looked  so-ber  for  a 
min-ute.  Then  he  kicked  up 
his  heels  on  the  car-pet.  "Ho, 
ho!"  said  he.  "Stick  girls  a- 
set-ting  up  to  pun-ish  us ! 
Girls  that  wear  whole  birds  on 
their  hats  all  win-ter! ' 


SOME-THING    SWEET. 


SOME-THING  SWEET. 


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CAN-DY  I 


Christ-mas  day  some-thing 
sweet  hap-pened  to  Ba-by 
Ralph  —  some  su-gar  can-dy. 

Ralph  had  nev-er  tast-ed 
can-dy  be-fore,  and  you  should 
have  seen  his  big   blue  eyes. 

"  Some  mo'  an'  some  mo' 
an'  some  mo'!"  he  said. 

"  Some  more  next  Christ- 
mas," said  mam-ma.  And 
now  ev-er-y  morn-ing  Ralph 
asks,    "  Kwis'-mas  this  day?" 


Oh,  list-en  while  the  chil-dren 


sing 


(The    first    one's    name    is 
Mol-ly), 
So    loud    their    mer-ry    voi-ces 
ring- 

(The  sec-ond  one  is  Dol-ly), 
They  sound  like  black-birds  in 
the  spring 
(The  third  is  Oua-ker  Pol-ly). 


A    CHRIST-MAS   CAROL. 


LIT-TLE    ROS-A-BEL  S    AD-VEN-TURE. 


LIT-TLE  ROS-A-BEL'S  AD-VEN-TURE. 


Lit-tle  Ros-a-bel  liked  sto-ries 
the  best  of  any-thing  in  the 
world  ;  and  she  be-lieved  that 
all  her  lit-tle  pict-ure  books 
were  true,  and  O,  how  she  did 
wish  she  were  a  stor-y-book 
girl  her-self,  and  that  such 
things  would  hap-pen  to  her. 
Dear  lit-tle  Ros-a-bel,  she  used 
to  go  out  in  the  green  lanes 
and  grass-y  dells  and  hunt  for 
fair-ies,  and  list-en  for  talk-ing 
birds  and   talk-ing  flow-ers. 

And  one  day  lit-tle  Ros-a- 
bel  thought  she  would  try  one 
of  the  sto-ries  and  see  if  it 
would  come  true  with  her. 
She  chose  the  sto-ry  of  "  Lit-tle 
Red  Rid-ing-hood,"  be-cause 
she  had  a  red  hood  and  be- 
cause she  knew  a  poor  old 
wom-an  who  lived  a-lone  in  an 
old  house.  So  she  put  a  pat 
of  but-ter  and  a  cust-ard-pie  in 


a  lit-tle  bask-et, tied  on  her  red 
hood,  and  started  a-way.       But  j 
there    were    no    woods    to    go  j 
through,  and  so  no  wolf  came  j 
a-long.   Ros-a-bel  called  "Wolf! 
Wolf  ! '    man-y    times,   but  no 
wolf  came.      When  she  came 
to  the  old  house  she    tried    to 
reach   the   big    knock-er.     But 
she   couldn't,    so  she    knocked 
with  her  lit-tle    knuck-les.       A 
ver-y  thin,  low  voice  said,  "  Lift 
the   latch  and  come  right  in  ! ' 
Ros-a-bel  did,  and  there  was  a 
poor  old  grand-moth-er  right  in 
bed,  just  like  the  stor-y ! 

"  O,  have  you  any-thing  to  eat 
in  that  bask-et  ?  "  said  the  voice. 
"  I  have  sprained  my  an-kle 
and  I  can't  walk,  and  there  has 
no-bod-y  been  here  for  two 
days,  and  I  am  al-most  starved, 
and  I  want  some-bod-y  to  go 
for   a  doc-tor.      Can  you  go?" 


LIT-TLE    ROS-A-BEL  S    AD-VEN-TURE. 


PLAY-ING   RED   RID-ING-HOOD. 


Yes,  Ros-a-bel  could.  A-way 
she  ran  to  mam-ma,  and  mam- 
ma and  the  doc-tor  both  came. 


So  Ros-a-bel  was  not  on-ly  in  a 
real  sto-ry,  her-self,  but  sheal-so 
did  a  great  deal  of  good. 


MORN-ING    AT    OUR    HOUSE. 


MORN-ING  AT  OUR  HOUSE. 


When    the    first   gray   light 
creeps  in  through  the  cur-tains 


there  is  gen-er-al-ly  a  sud-den 
nest-linor  to  be  heard  in  the  crib 
that  stands  at  one  side  of  the 
bed.  Soon  Ar-thur's  curl-y 
yel-low  head  pops  up  out  of 
the  pil-lows. 

"  Are  you  waked  up,  Do  1-1  y- 
ba-by  ?  "  calls  a  mer-ry  voice. 

Now  there  is  a  sud-den  nest- 
ling in  the  crib  that  stands 
on  the  oth-er  side  of  the 
bed. 


"  Coo-ah-goo-coo"  an-swers 
Dol-ly-ba-by. 

"  Mam-ma,  I  want  to  see 
her,"  says  Ar-thur,  sit-ting  up 
to  look  o-ver. 

Then  mam-ma  parts  the  lace 
cur-tains  of  Dol-ly-ba-by's  crib, 
and  dis-clos-es  the  lit-tle  sis-ter, 
all  sweet  and  ro-sy  with  sleep, 
smil-ing  on  her  pil-low. 

"  Loves    Dol-ly-ba-by,"  says 


DOL-LY-BA-BY. 


Ar-thur,  throw-ing  a  kiss. 

Dol-ly  makes  fun-ny  eyes  at 
her  broth-er,  and  throws  up 
her  fat  lit-tle  hands.  "  Ah- 
goo-goo  ! "  she  says. 


MOON    FOLKS. 


"  Let  me  have  her,  please, 
mam-ma,"  says  Ar-thur. 

Then  Dol-ly-ba-by  is  lift-eel 
o-ver   in-to   the   big  crib  ;    and 


ng  ana   sing-ing 


there  is  rock-in<j  and 
and  smil-ing  and  coo-ing  un-til 
nurse  comes  to  car-ry  both 
rogues  a-way  to  be  dressed. 


MOON  FOLKS. 


See  how  quiet  it  is  at  e-ven- 
ing  in  the  house  of  the  Man  in 
the  Moon.  The  Moon  moth- 
er sits  down  to  knit  baby 
stock-ings  like  the  mam-mas 
here ;  and  the  Moon  fa-ther 
wears  a  smok-ing  cap  as  oth-er 
pa-pas  do  —  and  on-ly  just  see 
what  the  sweet  lit-tle  Moon 
ba-by  has  got  for  a  ham- 
mock ! 

"  By-lo-by  !  "  the  Moon  ba-by 
sings.  "  How  bright  the  earth 
shines  to-night !  I  like  to 
swing  in  the  ham-mock  by 
earth-light ! " 

"  I  won-der  if  an-y-bod-y 
lives  in  the  earth,"  says  the 
Moon  moth-er. 


MOON    FOLKS. 


"  That  is  some-thing  I  sup- 
pose we  nev-er  shall  know," 
says  the  Moon  fa-ther. 


OUT-LINE    PICT-URE    TO    COL-OR. SLATE    PICT-URE. 


Cim.IVLIFE  ON   THE    KAIiM. —  THE   SCHOOL   IN   THE   MEAD-OW. 


SLATE   I'ICT-URK. —  IN  THE   KITCH-EN. 


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"'  V"!"" 


LITTLE   "DROPS"   AND    LIT-TLE   "CRUMBS." 


LIT-TLE    CRUMBS    AND    LIT-TLE    DROPS. 


LIT-TLE  CRUMBS,  AND  LIT-TLE  DROPS. 


"Crumbs  of  Crack-ers"  and 
''Drops  of  Milk"  were  the 
names  of  two  lit-tle  girls. 
Would  you  like  to  know  how 
they  got  these  fun-ny  names  ? 
It  was  this  way:  Lit-tle 
"Crumbs"  was  al-ways  nib- 
bling crack-ers,  and  lit-tle 
"  Drops '  lived  up-on  noth- 
ing   but    milk. 

They  met  for  the  first 
time  one  day  by  the  fence 
be-tween  their  gar-dens.  Lit- 
tle Drops  was  sip-ping  from 
her  sil-ver  cup  and  lit-tle 
Crumbs  was  munch-ing  her 
crack-er.  The  big  sun-flower 
thought  there  must  be  a  dog 
and  a  kit-ty  in  the  gar-den. 

"  I've  seen  you  out  here 
twice,"  said  Crumbs  bold-ly, 
"  and  both  times  you  was  a- 
drink-ing  milk." 

"An"  I's  seen  you  two  times, 


and  bofe  times  you  was  a-eat- 
ing   cwack-ers!"    said    Drops. 

Then  the  lit-tle  girls  looked 
at  each  oth-er  through  the 
fence.  Bold  lit-tle  Crumbs 
spoke  first:  "  Idon't  like  milk." 

"  I  does,"  said  Drops. 
"  My  mam-ma  says  I  was 
brought    up  on   one    cow." 

"  Was  you  once  a  tru-ly 
lit-tle  bos-sy  calf  ? "  asked 
Crumbs. 

But  Drops  did  not  like  that 
ques-tion.  "You  isn't  ber-ry 
nice  to  me,"  she  said. 

Then  Crumbs  was  sor-ry. 
She  held  out  her  crack-er. 
"Here!"  she  said.  And 
while  Drops  nib-bled,  Crumbs, 
to  show  that  she  was  tru-ly 
sor-ry,  took  a  sip  from  the  cup. 

And  this  was  tru-ly  sor-row 
in-deed,  for  Crumbs  don't  like 
milk  to  this  day. 


IN    THE    DOVE    COT. — TWO   KIND     LIT-TLE     GIRLS. 


IN  THE  DOVE  COT. 


ing  of 


"  Coo,  coo," 
said  Pur-ple- 
neck,  "  it  is 
b  r  e  a  k-f  ast 
time." 

"  Yes,"  said 
G  r  a  y-w  ing, 
"  I  was  think- 
the  cit-y  doves.      There 


was  a  snow-storm  last  night." 
"  Yes,"  said  Pur-ple-neck, 
"but  they  will  not  suf-fer.  I 
am  told  that  many  a  fine  gen- 
tle-man buys  a  loaf  of  bread 
to  crum-ble  up  for  the  cit-y 
doves  on  a  win-ter's  day." 

"  Hea-ven    bless    'em,"   said 
Gray-wing. 


TWO     KIND     LIT-TLE     GIRLS. 

Whith-er  a-way, 

Lit-tle  la-dies  so  gay? 

"O,  o-ver  the  hill 

To  Grand-moth-er  Dill  !" 

And  what  have  you  there 

In  your  bas-ket  square  ? 

"  O,  pud-dings  and  pies, 

A  lit-tle  sur-prise !" 

Why  such  good-will 

To  Grand-moth-er  Dill  ? 

"  O,  ev-er-y  one  should 


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On  Christ-mas  do  good  ! ' 
Lit-tle  maids,  good  day ! 
Flow-ers  strew  your  way! 


I-DA  S    DOLL. 


I-DA'S   DOLL. 


Once    there  was    a   lit-tle 
i^irl  named  I-da,   who  nev-er 
had  had  a  dol-ly.     She  nev-er 
had  e-ven  seen  one,  but  there 
was  a  pic-ture  in  a  lit-tle  red 
sto-ry-book 
of     a     girl 
hold-ing     a 
doll,     and 
I-da  used  to 


look  at  this  pic-ture  ev-er-y  day 
and  wish  and   wish   she  could 


ha  v  e  one. 
But  her  home 
was  a  long 
way  from 
an-y  store,  and 
be-side,  her 
fath-er  and 
moth-er  had 
no  mon-ey  to 
spend  for 
play-things. 

Poor   lit-tle 

I-da  felt  worse 

and     worse 

a-bout  it,  and 

one  night  she 

cried  af-ter  she  went  to  bed,  and 

when  her  moth-er    came    and 

asked  what  was  the  mat-ter  she 

said  : 

I'm    so    mizh-a-ble    for    a 
dol-ly,  mam-ma  ! " 

Mam-ma  sat  up  long  af-ter 
her  lit-tle  girl  was  a-sleep  and 


I-DA  S    DOLL. 


thought  a-bout  it;  and  the  next 
morn-ing,  when  I-da  woke, 
there  sat  a  dol-ly  on  the  bu- 
reau star-ing  at  her,  a  queer, 
queer  thing,  but  I-da  knew 
it  was  sure-ly   a  doll. 

It  was  a  great  rag  ba-by, 
made  of  an  old  sheet,  and 
dressed  in  one  of  I-da's  pink 
cal-i-co  a-prons,  and  it  had  black 


thread  hair,  and  blue  but-ton 
eyes,  a  rag  nose,  and  red  ink 
lips  —  but  oh!  how  de-li-cious 
it  was  to  hold,  and  hug,  and 
love !  All  the  sweet  names 
I-da  could  think  of  were  giv-en 
her:  "  Pret-ty,"  and  "Dar- 
ling," and  "  Fair-y,"  and  "Sun- 
shine." And  lit-tle  I-da  was 
not  "mizh-a-ble"  an-y  more. 


THK   1-AM-l-LY    KOGUL   IS   CAUGHT    AT   1  AST. 


HOW    DAN-NY    SAID    HE    WAS    SOR-RY. 


IIAN-NY's   PEACE-Ol-'-FEK-lNG. 


HOW  DAN-NY  SAID    HE  WAS  SOR-RY. 


Dan-ny  was  a  hand-some  lit- 
tle boy,  but  not  al-ways  a 
good  lit-tle  boy.  Some-times 
he  was    so  naught-y  that  you 


could  see  sparks  of  fire  in 
his  soft  black  eyes,  and  he 
would  dou-ble  his  chub-by  lit- 
tle hands    up    in-to  fists,   and 


HOW    DAN-NY    SAID    HE    WAS    SOR-RY. 


stamp  his  feet,  and  look  ex- 
actly as  though  he  were  go- 
ing to  strike  some-bod-y. 

One  day  when  mam-ma 
was  sick  with  head-ache  he 
had  one  of  these  bad  times 
with  his  tem-per. 

"  I  don't  wish  to  walk  with 
El-len,"  he  cried,  "  an'  I  won't ! 
I  want  a  play-walk  with  you, 
mam-ma !  El-len  don't  talk 
with  me,  an'  she  won't  let 
me  drive  her  at  all  !  I  want 
a  play-walk  with  my  mam-ma, 
I  say  !  Do  you  hear,  mam- 
ma  ? 

Mam-ma  heard.  She  felt 
as  though  the  naught-y  lit-tle 
boots  had  come  down  with 
a  stamp  right  on  her  head. 
She  knew  ver-y  well  it  was 
nicer  for  a  lit-tle  boy  to  walk 
with  a  mam-ma  who  would 
a-muse  him  and  take  part  in 
his  lit-tle  plays,  than  with  a 
nurse,  but  she  could  not  go, 
and    when    Dan-ny    stamped 


and  roared,  he  had  to  be  sent 
out  of  the  room  quick-ly,  and 
with-out  e-ven  a  kiss. 

It  was  a  much-a-shamed 
lit-tle  boy  that  went  stub-bing 
a-long  in  the  dust  right  in 
the  mid-die  of  the  road  a 
half-hour  aft-er.  His  lit-tle 
heart  was  strug-gling  to  find 
some  way  to  say  how  sor-ry 
he  was.  There  were  no  flow- 
ers to  pick  for  a  nose-gay,  and 
it  was  too  late  for  e-ven  a 
stray  black-ber-ry. 

But  just  be-fore  din-ner 
mam-ma  woke,  and  there  was 
a  great  cloud  of  col-or,  red 
and  gold,  right  be-fore  her, 
and  shin-ing  o-ver  it,  a  pair 
of  silk-en-fringed  black  eyes, 
so  soft  and  lov-ing  and  sor-ry 
that  mam-ma  gath-ered  her 
lit-tle  boy,  and  the  great  arm- 
ful of  au-tumn  leaves  right 
in-to  her  arms,  and  in  one 
lit-tle  min-ute  all  the  naugh- 
ti-ness  was  loved  a-way. 


OUT-LINE    PICT-URE    TO    COL-OR. SLATE    PICT-URE. 


CHILD-LIFE  ON   THE   FARM.  —  "  THIS   IS   FOR   YOU,   COLT-IE  !  " 


SLATE   PICT-URE. —  A    HOME   KIND-ER-CART-RN. 


MISS    ROSE-BUD^ 
(Engraved  from  the  Onginal  Painting  by  Kate Greenaway,  owned  by  U.  Lothrop  &  Co.) 

Bring   the    black    horse,    bring   the   red    sleigh 
Miss    Rose-bud   her-self   goes   rid-ing    to-day ! 


THE    THREE    MOD-EL    MICE. 


THE   THREE  MOD-EL  MICE. 


Once  on  a  time  —  the  story- 
book time  when  an-i-mals  wore 
clothes  and  could  talk --there 
were  three  mod-el  mice.  Their 
names  were  Gray  Cloak,  Fine 
Ear      and       Sat-in      Slip-per. 


THEY   ATE   FROM   THE   SAME   Et'.G. 

Sat-in  Slip-per  had  a  spoon  of 
her  own,  Fine  Ear  had  a  knife, 
and  Gray  Cloak  owned  a  fork. 

One  day  they  thought  they 
would  club  the  knife  and  the 
fork  and  the  spoon  to-geth-er, 
and  keep  house.  As  they 
were  mod-el  mice,  they  eas-i-ly 
a-greed  where  to  live.      They 


chose  Farm-er  Jones'  cel-lar, 
be-cause  there  were  bar-rels  of 
ap-ples,  bas-kets  of  eggs,  and 
shelves  loaded  with  good-ies, 
and  an  egg,  or  an  ap-ple,  or  a. 
stray  cake  would  not  be  missed. 

"  I  lived  once,"  said  Gray 
Cloak,  "  in  the  cel-lar  of  ai 
wom-an  who  bought  by  the 
doz-en  or  the  dime's  worth, 
and  she  missed  the  least  lit- 
tle thing  at  once,  so  that  fi< 
nal-ly  I   left  in  dis-gust." 

Such  good  times  as  those 
three  mice  had!  The  cel-lan 
had  a  smooth,  wa-ter-limed 
floor,  a  beau-ti-ful  place  to  play 
mar-bles,  blind-man's-buff  and 
Kit-ty-kit-ty-cor-ner.  They  al- 
ways ate  from  the  same  egg, 
and  as  Farm-er  Jones  kept  his 
cats  at  the  barn,  there  was 
noth-ing  to  spoil  their  com- 
fort for  many  years. 


THE  MICE  AND  THE  EGG. 


AN    EMPTY    LARDER    AT    HOME. 


BEHOLD    THE    DILEMMA! 


NECESSITY    BEING,    AS    EVER,    THE    MOTHER    OF    INVENTION. 


Specimen  illustrations  from  Wide  Awake  Pleasure  Book. 


WHAT    PA-PA    AND    MAM-MA    SAW. 


SUE   AND    BA  BY  JOE. 


WHAT  PA-PA  AND  MAM-MA  SAW. 


One  time  when  pa-pa  and 
mam-ma  were  gone,  Ann  staid 
out  at  the  gate  and  talked 
with  oth-er  cooks,  and  left 
Ba-by  Joe  and  Sue,  and  Flake 


and  Fleece  all  a-lone,  anc 
Ba-by  Joe  want-ed  to  "  gc 
bed."  So,  like  a  lit-tle  worn; 
an,  Sue  took  off  her  owi 
lit-tle  clothes   and    un-dressec 


WHAT    PA-PA    AND    MAM-MA    SAW. 


Ba-by  Broth-er,  and  then  Ba- 
by Broth-er  woulcl-n't  have  on 
his  night-gown  and  cried,  and 
Ann  did-n't  come  in  to  help, 
though  Fleece  and  Flake 
barked  to  her  loud,  very  loud. 


What  did  pa-pa  and  mam-ma 
see  when  they  came  ?  Four 
lit-tle  white  crea-tures,  nest-ed 
in  two  big  chairs;  Ba-by  Joe 
and  Sue  a-sleep  in  one,  Flake 
and   Fleece  in  an-oth-er. 


FLAKE    AND    FLEECE. 


A    FIN-GER    SONG. 


LIT-TLE    KATE. 


A  FIN-GER  SONG. 

(To  be  said  on  Ba-by's  Fin-gers.) 

I.    Shall   have  an  ap-ple ; 
II.   Shall   have  a  pear; 

III.  Shall  have  a  lit-tle  kid,  of  which  he'll  take  good  care  ; 

IV.  Shall   have  some  can-dy ; 
V.   Shall    have  a  ride  ; 

VI.  Shall  have  a  lit-tle  sword,  all  buck-led  on  his  side 

VII.  Shall  have  a  po-ny  ; 

VIII.  Shall  have  a  sled; 

IX.  Shall  have  a  dream-ing  cap,  and  X.  shall  go  to  bed 


KATE   FEEDS  THE  FISH-ES. 


The 
know  1 


birds     in    the    grove 
it-tie  farm-house   Kate. 


The  fish-es  in  the  brook  know 
lit-tle  farm-house  Kate.  She 
is  the  girl  that  walks  a-bout 
with  her  a-pron  full  of  nice 
crumbs. 

The  first  morn-ing  this  win- 
ter that  the  brook  froze  o-ver, 
Kate  went  down  to  the  bank; 
and  broke  the  ice  with  a  stick, 
and  fed  the  fish-es  with  bread 
crumbs. 


MEAS-UR-ING    TOM-MY. 


MEAS-UR-TNG    TOM-MY. 


Tom-my  goes  ev-er-y  day  to 
look  at  a  board  in  the  ear-den 
fence.  There  are  four  lit-tle 
hacks  in  that  board,  one  a-bove 
an-oth-er,  made  with  a  knife. 
The  first  hack  shows  how  tall 


Tom-my  was  when  he  was  one 
year  old;  the  sec-ond  how  tall 
when  he  was  two  ;  the  third 
how  tall  when  he  was  three  ; 
and  yes-ter-day  Nel-ly  made  a 
hack  for  the  fourth   birth-day. 


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THE  TWINS. 


A  LIT-TLE    MAS-TER. 


A  LIT-TLE   MAS-TER. 


Floss  and  Fluff  were  the 
hap-pi-est  dogs  in  the  world. 
Floss  knew  how  to  snap,  and 
Fluff  knew  how  to  whine, 
and  if  they  had  been  let  to 
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been     scold-ed,     they'd     have 
been  cross,   naught-y  dogs. 
But    Floss    and    Fluff    had 


a  good 


mas-ter.  He  was  a 
lit-tle  boy  on-ly  six  years 
old,  but  he  was  a  first-rate 
mas-ter.  His  pa-pa  said  when 
he  brought  Floss  and  Fluff 
home  : 

"  Now,  Fred-dy,  just  as 
long  as  these  lit-tle  fel-lows 
are  hap-py,  just  so  long  they 
are  yours  ! ' 

Fred-dy  knew  what  that 
meant.  He  fed  his  beau-ti-ful 
pets  at  reg-u-lar  hours  ev-er-y 
day,  and  e-ver-y  day  he  combed 
and  brushed  them,  and  ev-er-y 
day  he  took  them  out  for  a 
a  frol-ic,  and  they  had  their 
baths  at  the  right  time,  and 
he  nev-er  held  up  a  bone  and 
did  not  give  it  to  them.  Be- 
cause he  was  so  prompt  and 
true  and  kind,  Fred-dy  was 
hap-py,  and  so  were  Fluff 
and   Floss. 


MA-DAME    MOli-CAl". 


MA-DAME     MOB-CAP. 


P.Y  MA-RY  E.  BRAD-LEY. 


This    is    lit-tle    Rosa-belle —  She  must  have  a  king-cup, 

No  !     I  beg  her  par-don,  And  a  prince's  feath-er, 

This  is  Ma-dame  Mob-cap,  With  a  crown-im-pe-ri-al, 

Walk-ing  in  her  gar-den.  Tied  up  to-geth-er. 

What  a  fine  cap  it  is !  That  wiH  suit  your  Maj-es-ty, 

What  a  wide  bor-der  !  Ma-dame  Ro-sa-bel-la  ! 

Spec-ta-cles  and  walk-ing-stick,  And  here's  a  gold"en  sun-flow-er 

A     i                .1  •                  j  To  make  you  an  um-brel-la. 

And  ev-er-y-thmg  in  or-der.  J 

''Pooh  !"  says  lit-tle  Ro-sa-belle, 

Hop,  toads,  clear  the  way!  -m     i    • 

F                                     \  r  luck-ing  some  car-na-tions ; 

Bees,  hush  your  hum-minor !  ,,               ,                           a 

J                        ^  You  may  keep  your  sun-How- 

La-dy-birds  and  but-ter-flies, 

J  ers, 

Grand  folks  are  corn-ins- !  a     i     n  i.i    •     •  i        i    r 

&  And  all  their  rich  re-la-tions. 

Nev-er  think  she'll  look  at  you,  "  Give  me  a  bunch  of  vi-o-lets, 

Vi-o-lets  and  dai-sies  !  And  one  of  those  white  ros-es, 

You're  quite  too  in-sig-nif-i-cant  And  takeyour  crown-im-pe-ri-al 

For  such  a  la-dy's  prais-es.  To  folks  that  have  no  nos-es." 


TWO    BA-BIES. 


UN-DER  THE    EAVES. 


TWO  BA-BIES. 


The  ba-by  in  the  house  and 
the  ba-by  in  the  barn,  are 
great  friends.  The  barn  ba- 
by is  not  per-mit-ted  to  come 
in-to  the  house,  but  the  house 
ba-by  vis-its  the  barn  ev-er-y 
day. 

The  house  ba-by  is  a  year 
old,    and     the    barn    ba-by    is 


just  a  year  old  too  ;  but  the 
house  ba-by  can  on-ly  take 
lit-tle  trem-bling  steps,  hold- 
ing fast  by  moth-er's  hand, 
while  the  barn  ba-by,  if  he 
can  on-ly  get  out  of  doors, 
throws  up  his  heels  and  runs 
a-cross  the  fields,  and  no-bod-y 
can  catch   him.       The     house 


TWO    BA-BIES. 


ba-by  laughs  to  see 
dear-ly   likes  to  pat 
feel   his  two 
And  I  think     |£^ 
feel  the   soft       "\ 


thehouse 
then  pa-pa 
stood     and 


im     go,    and 

his  red  hair,  and 

stout     1  it-tie    horns. 

the  barn  ba-by  likes  to 

hand     of 

his    lit-tle 

friend 

from    the 

house,  for 

some-times 

there  is  salt,  and 

some-times  there 

is  su-gar  on  the 

lit-tle  pink  palm, 

and  the  barn  ba- 

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with    his    rough 

tongue.      Once  the   barn   ba-by 

tried     to     say,    "  Thank     you." 

He  tried  this  way  :   He  reached 

his    head    up    and     licked     the 

house  ba-by's  rose-pink  cheek.      The 

house  ba-by  was  scared,  and  so  was  the 

house  ba-by's  moth-er  —  and  she  ran  in-tc 

with  him  just  as  fast  as   she  could;    and 

laughed  at  them  both,  and  the  barn  ba-by 

looked   over  the  fence  for  half  an  hour. 


BO-PEEPS    STOCK-ING. 


BO-PEEP'S  STOCK-ING. 


Bo-peep  was  Jack  Hor-ner's 
I  it-tie  sis-ter.  When  he  had 
his  Christ-mas  pie  she  was  a 
wee  ba-by.  But  the  next 
Christ-mas,  mam-ma  hung  up 
her  own  lit-tle  red-and-white 
speck-led  stock-ing  for  her. 

Christ-mas  morn-ing  there 
was  a  great  time.  Bo-peep 
sat  on  the  bed,  and  shouted 
"  Goo  !  goo  !  '  and  pulled  the 
things  out  her-self  from  the 
gay  lit-tle  stuffed  stock-ing. 

A  lit-tle  white  rab-bit  peeped 
out  at  the  top.  His  eyes  were 
made  of  pink  beads.  He  had 
a  clov-er  leaf  in  his  mouth. 
Then  came  a  chi-na  pus-sy, 
black  and  yel-low  and  white. 
Then  a  brown  mouse  and  a 
white  one.  The  brown  mouse 
was  choc-o-late.  The  white 
one  was  su-gar  :  and  Bo-peep 
bit    off     the     choc-o-late     tail 


and     a    su-gar     ear    at    once. 

There  was  a  knit  dol-ly,  in 
a  bright  blue  dress  and  blue 
shoes. 

And  a-way  down  in  the  toe 
of  the  stock-ing,  there  was  a 
lit-tle  chi-na  hen.  She  sat  in 
her  nest.  The  nest  was  chi-na 
too.  Bo-peep  took  her  off,  and 
what  do  you  think  she  had  for 
eggs?  Pink-and-white  ear-a- 
way seeds! 

When  Bo-peep  went  to  bed 
that  night,  the  lit-tle  red  stock- 
ing was  left  on  the  car-pet.  In 
the  morn-ing  mam-ma  heard  a 
rus-tle  in  the  stock-ing,  and 
shook  it.  Out  ran  a  gray 
mous-ie,  a  real,  live  mous-ie  ! 

Two  or  three  of  Bo-peep's 
lit-tle  pink-and-white  car-a-way 
eggs  had  stayed  in  the  toe  of 
the  stock-ing.  Mous-ie  had 
smelt  them  in  the  night,  and  had 


BO-PEEP  S    STOCK-ING. 


'Killed.  S/hecp  !' 
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CHRIST-MAS   MOKN-ING. 


crept  in  to  get  his  share  of  Christ- 
mas.     Wasn't  that  fun-ny  ? 


So    Bo-peep  thinks  she  had 
two  Christ-mas  morn-ino-s. 


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CHILD-LIFE   ON    THE    FARM. —  "  DON'T    EAT    UP    MY    CHRIST-MAS    WREATH!' 


SLATE    PICT-URE. —  CHRIST-MAS    EVE    IN    THE    WOODS. 


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SATURDAY.  —Prom   The  finsy. 

Chautauqua  Young  Folks'  Annual. 

jursc  of  the  C.  V.  K.  K.  I'  ,  handsomely 
bound,  §1.50  a  volum  '. 

L  • 
Magna  Charta  Stories.  (III.) — Edited  by  Arthui 

do  about  It. . 


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THE  PANSY. 

1885. 


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